Thread: Anger Management

Saw this on another board and it made me laugh, so I thought I'd share it.

Quote:

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take
it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know -- take it out
on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten
to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying "Hello". I politely said, "Could I please speak
with Robin Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I
couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.

I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down Robin's
correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the last
two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to
call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an as$hole!"
and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'as$hole' next to it, and put it
in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day,
I'd call him up and yell, "You're an as$hole!" It always cheered me
up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my theI may get bannedutic 'as$hole'
calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this
is John Smith from the Telephone Company, I'm just calling to see if
you're familiar with the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and
slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an
as$hole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had
patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting
for that spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in
his car window... so, I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first as$hole (I had
his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW as$hole,
too.

I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is."

"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the
car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an as$hole."

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two as$holes to call.

But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it
used to be.

So, I came up with an idea. I called As$hole #1.

"Hello."

"You're an as$hole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah", I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"As$hole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my
black Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start
saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, as$hole."

Then I called As$hole #2.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello, as$hole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are....!"

"You'll what?" I said.

"Ill kick your as$," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, a$shole, here's your! chance. I'm coming over right
now."

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived
at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my
gay lover.

Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West
34th Street.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. When I got
there, I saw two as$holes beating the Crap out of each other in front of
six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the Channel 13 News crew.

NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.